Mistress By Proxy (Boss of Seduction)

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“Shouldn’t it be dark in here?” she asked.
She trembled even though she was way too warm for comfort. Standing before him in nothing but a triangle-shaped wisp of lace stretched her nerve endings to their limit. Panic made her feel claustrophobic. She was afraid she might start hyperventilating. Maybe she could excuse herself to use the bathroom and splash some cold water on her face.
Christian grasped her upper arms as if he knew she was about to run away. He stared deep into her eyes, and she found herself lost in his. “I want to see you,” he said. “All of you.”
The sexy statement set her heart racing for the wrong reasons. Her inner voice reminded her of every physical flaw she saw when she looked in the mirror. Somehow she had to get him to make love to her in the dark. She couldn’t let him do it with the lights on. “Please,” she said.
He lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck. His tongue flicked out to taste her skin. Words stuck in her throat. The man was doing crazy things to her senses, and she could no longer think straight. She even forgot modesty as he led her to the biggest bed she’d ever seen. She could probably sleep sideways and her feet wouldn’t hang off the edge of the mattress.
Christian swept her into his arms and laid her down flat. Then he stripped off his shirt and removed his pants before joining her. She tried to pull the sheet up to her neck, but he quickly replaced the silky material with his body. His hands were everywhere, sliding over her naked flesh. He explored every inch of her. Fear forgotten, she got lost in his passionate kisses and his burning touch.
When his hot mouth replaced his hands, she nearly went up in flames. She wanted to feel that mouth on her aching nipples. She compressed her lips to keep from issuing the sensual request. Young ladies did not say such things. She didn’t want him to return to his original opinion and believe she was a slut.
He rained kisses over her flat stomach, moving down instead of up. She grabbed onto his broad shoulders. They felt hard like steel beneath his skin. Her fingers dug into his flesh as she pulled at him. He got the message and traveled upward.
Her fingers delved into this thick hair while he brought her pleasure she hadn’t known existed. He teased her at first with his hot breath and quick kisses. He was a master atalmostgiving her what she wanted. When she finally thought she’d lose her mind if he didn’t fulfill her silent wish, his mouth completely closed over a throbbing nipple.
She arched her back and cried out. The sensation felt so incredibly good that it kind of hurt. She wanted more, so much more. Hands on his head, she forced him closer, letting him know her deepest desires without speaking.
Groaning, he dipped a few fingers beneath her lace panties. His touch sent her over the edge. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming at him to take her.
Even though she was silently begging him to make love to her, the second he positioned himself between her thighs, she tensed up. Bad memories flooded her mind unbidden. The cold, frightening sensation Thomas had brought to her every time they’d had intercourse returned with a vengeance. He hadn’t cared that she’d frozen, turning to a non-responsive mannequin.
But Christian did.
He removed his weight until he was lying on his side next to her body. The fear he was giving up on her filled her mouth with protests, but she didn’t get the chance to voice them. His mouth went to work on her flesh, kissing and licking and sucking on sensitive areas until she couldn’t think straight. Unable to speak, she pulled on him with her hands, desperate to become one with him.
Christian had something else in mind. After pushing her legs up and apart so her knees were bent, his lips touched her most intimate spot. Startled, she jumped. He kissed her inner thigh and said, “Relax.”
He took her to dizzying heights and taught her how to fly. Colors exploded behind her eyelids as they closed at the highest point of sensation. Her entire body seemed to turn to liquid, a hot molten liquid like nothing else on earth. True bliss had her floating on an invisible cloud.
Christian settled beside her again, and his arms wrapped around her. He snuggled close. As logic returned she realized they hadn’t finished. Wasn’t he going to make love to her? Doubts resurfaced, and she wondered if he’d decided he didn’t want her after all.
As if reading her mind, he said, “Tonight was for you. Tomorrow will be for me. For us.”
A soft smile curved her mouth.
“Will you sleep in my arms tonight?” he asked. “All night?”
“I couldn’t move right now if I wanted to.”
Laughter rumbled in his chest, slightly shaking her. “Good. I couldn’t let you go even if you wanted me to.”
His arms tightened, and they drifted off to sleep together. Satiated, she slept without dreaming. Or at least she didn’t remember dreaming anything. A blissful peace took her to a soothing place where she felt safe and loved.
Chapter Nine
Waking up in Christian’s bed was a sweet revelation. Bianca felt close to him in a way that few people could understand, a spiritual connection that reached deep into her soul. She woke entangled in his arms with one of her legs between his, nude beneath the sheet. Every nerve-ending in her body seemed to hum, alive for the first time. Instead of opening her eyes, she listened to him breathing.
“Good morning.” His husky voice rumbled in her ear, knowing she was awake even though she hadn’t dared move. He nibbled on the delicate flesh beneath her earlobe. “How did you sleep?”
His question made her think. Surprisingly, she’d had the best sleep of her life last night. She usually couldn’t sleep in a strange bed, but having his warm body wrapped around hers soothed her. Unwilling to admit too much to him, she changed the subject. “I have a lot to do today, but I don’t want to get out of bed.”
“Then don’t.”
She turned her head to look at him. “What are you saying?”
“Let’s stay in bed all day.”